fathers' day.
and i didnt get to talk to my father.

he's sleeping when i'm home.
to me, my father is the one that dotes on me the most. that always trys to accomodate with my tantrums at home. that will still hold my hand when i'm crossing the road tgt with him...

that will always tell me to eat more. that will always tell me to go sleep when it's late. that'll keep persuading me to quit work and be a good gal for once.

but i'm never a good daughter. never.
i tried to work towards their expectations, which is damn low... and just wish to see that smile of his when i did a small lil thing to make him feel proud of me.

i speak what i want. yet never once did he slap me for shooting vulgars at anything.
all the time, he give me the freedom to do wad i think is right.

sometimes i rly wish i can say to him.. "papa i love you" yet.. i'm very paiseh to say that to him. haha. and now, i'm trying to save money alr. save this mth's pay up to treat my family to dinner... to make them happy.

fathers day or not.
i'll try to be good.